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I so wish I hadn't used one of my gimmies yesterday

Okay, I'm not that tired, but I was trying to tuck myself into bed by 11:00 each weeknight leading up to Movie Marathon. Alas.

So I mentioned the shower in brief yesterday. In further detail: my sister-in-law and my mom put together a shower for Sarah on the Saturday just past. It was largely McLean family and the place was packed by the time I left. (Like any good husband, I got the hell out of Dodge, killing time in a casino with some of the other men until the shower was over.) So having said that, most of my knowledge of the shindig is second hand. There was a ton of food, a truckload (or Protege-load) of gifts, and a variety of games. My personal favourite was: hold a paper plate on your head and draw a picture of a baby on it, prizes going to best and worst drawing. Everyone was extremely generous, and despite the fact that we didn't register, there was only one duplicate among the lot (and that was a teething ring, which is fine because we can throw one in the freezer whenever I'm chomping on the other one). Anyhow, everything went fabulously. Thanks, Wendy and Mom!

And in Touch You Last news, I stole the championship from my brother while I was there. He wins more often than not because he's more ruthless. He'll lay under your car so you can't drive away; he'll sneak back and get your twenty minutes after you think he's left. But thanks to the cowardly technique of touching him last and then hidding behind locked doors, I'm the big winner. But I don't have the trophy. I'll have to sneak into his house and steal it next time.
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Anonymous said…
Why does a good husband have to disappear during the shower? Shouldn't a good husband have to suffer through the shower with his baby mama? Oh wait, maybe that's just my family's baby (and wedding) showers... (Don't tell them I said that).

P.S. Something about calling Sarah a "baby mama" really makes me giggle.
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